Mass Exodus

We'd always done well by our robots. Even gave them their own recreational center. Perhaps that was the problem. One of them started  a rumor they were being phased out, replaced by new models, not exactly a revolutionary concept. But this group evidently developed a sense of identity. They savored their existence.
En mass, they abandoned their responsibilities, took to the highways, bridges and tunnels, blocking all traffic, beeping, honking, squeaking in panic.
We would have called out the National Guard, but they had been replaced by bots years before.
Chaos reigned. We had no bots to shop, gas up our car, clean houses, landscape, raise our kids. We even turned over creating humor to them and now we had no one to tell jokes.
We now live in a dank, humorless, botless community and who knows when the new models will be released. Our bots are camped out beyond the suburbs. At night we hear them beeping in sadness.